〃The moon metal shed by the boulder was collected and forged into a sword with a crescent…shaped blade；〃 Uluyara continued。 〃With each heating； with each hammer stroke against the anvil； with each quenching； enchantments were laid upon the blade。 It was made holy； giving it a keener edge against evil。 It was made quick as thought； allowing it to strike twice for each stroke of an enemy blade。 It was enchanted with moonlight； just as my own sword is； allowing it to pass through armor…or even stone…as easily as through flesh。 By the blessing of Eilistraee it can also fend off evil magic； casting a protective circle around the one who holds it。
〃The final enchantment laid upon the Crescent Blade；〃 Uluyara continued； 〃is perhaps the most powerful of all。 If the arm of the priestess wielding it is strong and her aim is true； the blade will sever the neck of any creature。〃
Uluyara paused； and her eyes bored deep into Halisstra's。
〃Any creature；〃 she repeated。 〃Be it a drow； a demon 。。。 or even a goddess。〃
All at once； Halisstra understood。
〃So that's what Seyll was trying to tell me；〃 she whispered。 〃I'm to use the Crescent Blade not to kill Quenthel Baenre but to kill Lolth herself。〃
Uluyara stared at her for a long moment before she said； 〃Impossible as it sounds； it is so。〃
〃But I。。。 But she。。。〃
Overe by the enormity of the idea； Halisstra found herself unable even to protest。 She； Halisstra…a former priestess of Lolth only recently brought into Eilistraee's light…was to slay the most powerful deity known to the drow？ With a sword？ The notion was insane。 Laughable； even。 She'd witnessed first hand a battle between gods； when Vhaeraun and Selvetarm confronted each other outside Lolth's temple in the Demonweb Pits。 None of the mortals present…even Pharaun…could have affected the oute of that battle if they tried。 But Halisstra supposed Eilistraee must know what she was doing…that she must have chosen Halisstra for some reason。
Though really； Halisstra couldn't see why。 She knew only a handful of bae'qeshel spells…mostly simple healing magic…and was still struggling to relearn the clerical spells that Lolth had once granted； and that Eilistraee was slowly revealing to her in new forms。 Halisstra was like someone who had been laid low by an illness and who was only slowly learning to walk again。 And Eilistraee expected her not just to walk but to run。 To fly； even。
As Uluyara had said； impossible。
Or was it？ Lolth might not be dead； but she was inactive…and inattentive。 When Halisstra had blasphemed against her； nothing had happened。 Even killing the phase spider by invoking Eilistraee's moonfire had failed to arouse her wrath。 Lolth's yochlol handmaidens might have killed one of Eilistraee's priestesses； but from the goddess herself there had been no direct sign。 According to Uluyara's scrying； Lolth's temple was still sealed by an enormous black stone。 A stone that resembled a face…and had a neck。
A neck made of stone…a material the Crescent Blade could cut through easily； as easily as a normal blade through bare flesh。 With a single； well…aimed stroke of the Crescent Blade； that neck could be severed。 As long as the blow was struck by one of Eilistraee's faithful。
Would that really kill Lolth？
Halisstra shook her head。
〃Why me？〃 she asked Uluyara。 〃Surely Eilistraee could have found a more worthy priestess。 You； for example。〃
〃It is not I who was chosen；〃 Uluyara said。 Then； after a moment's thought； she added； 〃You； out of all of those who worship Eilistraee； are unique for the simple reason that you are the only one Quenthel Baenre and the others will trust。 If they do succeed in reaching Lolth's domain and you are among them； you'll be in the perfect position to end the Spider Queen's dark reign and release her children from the clinging webs that hold them back from their birthright。
〃If it truly is Eilistraee's will； I will try；〃 Halisstra said slowly。 Then she realized that the first step in her monumental quest had yet to be taken。 〃Seyll said the Crescent Blade was lost on the Cold Field。 Where is that？〃
〃It lies about three days' march to the southeast of here； at the edge of the great wood；〃 Uluyara said。 〃It is a dangerous place。 Centuries ago it was a battlefield； and the foul magic once unleashed there permeates it。 The ghosts of the dead soldiers who once fought there roam it still…and are at their most dangerous in winter。 When the chill of the air matches the chill of the grave they rise to fight again…and sweep away everything in their path。〃
Halisstra； going over Seyll's message again in her mind； was only half listening。
〃Is the Cold Field home to a dragon？〃 she asked； remembering the warning about a wyrm。
Uluyara shrugged and said； 〃None has been sighted there； but it is possible。 The battle was said to involve dragons。 The Cold Field was scoured by their magical breath； and its soil remains infertile to this day。 One of these dragons might have laired there in the centuries since。〃
〃How did the Crescent Blade e to be lost？〃 Halisstra asked。 〃Seyll said 'she' was carrying it。 Who？ A priestess？〃
The look Uluyara gave Halisstra was a peculiar one。 She stared as if she'd suddenly realized something about Halisstra…something of import。
〃She who carried the Crescent Blade was a priestess of the first rank；〃 she said。 〃One of our Sword Dancers。 She came； originally； from the same city as yourself。 She came from Ched Nasad。〃
Halisstra nodded。 She was surprised to hear that someone from her own city had also wound up at that temple； so far from home。
〃What House was she？〃 Halisstra asked。
〃House Melarn。〃
Halisstra blinked； and asked； 〃What。 。 。 what was her name？〃
〃Mathira。〃
Halisstra frowned。 She didn't recognize the name； at first…but then a memory bubbled up from her childhood。 A memory of the day she'd noticed that one of the portrait busts in House Melarn's great hall was 〃broken。〃 The chisel work that obliterated the features of the stone head and the name carved into its base had been roughly done； so it was still possible to make out the first letter： an M。 When Halisstra noticed the damage； she asked her mother whose bust it had been and how it came to be broken。 Her answer was a stinging slap across the face…a slap so hard it had split Halisstra's upper lip。 She could still remember her surprise…and the taste of her own blood。 Some questions； she'd learned； were better not asked。
Which had made her all that much more keen to have an answer。 And so； years later when she had bee a priestess； she'd used one of the spells granted by Lolth to satisfy her curiosity。 Under the spell's magic； the name on the ruined bust had blazed clearly： Mathira。 Discreet inquiries had uncovered a sliver of information about the woman； that she had fallen into disgrace and been forced to flee Ched Nasad a decade before Halisstra was born。 What her 〃traitorous act〃 had been； however； Halisstra had not been able to discover。 Eventually； having reached the end of the thread of family scandal she grew bored and let the matter drop。
〃So；〃 Halisstra said； half whispering； 〃Mathira must have fled Ched Nasad because she'd turned to the worship of Eilistraee。〃
〃And she came here；〃 Uluyara finished for her。 〃She rose through the ranks of the faithful to bee a Sword Dancer； and was the priestess who carried the Crescent Blade onto the Cold Field…and lost it。
And it was up to Halisstra to find it and to use it as Eilistraee intended； to kill Lolth。
It was all too much to be mere coincidence。 Halisstra saw the hand of Eilistraee in every step of it。 Who else but a goddess could guide the lives of mortals in so subtle a fashion； weaving together a plan that spanned centuries？ Halisstra was certain that； were she to try to back out of the quest； Eilistraee would find a way to steer her feet back onto her ordained path。
The thought terrified her。 At the same time； it also gave her hope that she might succeed。 She had to trust in the goddess…even though trust was something she had only just learned。 It still came only with difficulty。
One question； however； remained。
〃How do I find the Crescent Blade？〃 she asked。
Uluyara stared up at the moon and for several lone moments said nothing。 Then slowly； the words came。
〃You have magic that we do not…'dark song magic；' you called it。 Perhaps that is what is needed to bring the Crescent Blade back into the light。〃
Halisstra nodded and said； 〃There is a spell I was learning； before I left。 。 。 before Ched Nasad was destroyed。 The bard who was teaching it to me said it could be used to locate any object I could visualize。 If I'm able to cast it； I might use it to find the Crescent Blade。 If； that is； you could tell me where I should begin my search。 Where was Mathira when she disappeared？〃
〃She was last seen in Harrowdale；〃 Uluyara answered。 〃From there； she was to travel south to Scardale； then on to Blackfeather Bridge。 She could hardly go missing along so well traveled a road； and so we assumed she veered from it and becam